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I'm heading out for some errands, Ferlin. I'll be back later this afternoon.

*Ferlin, perched gracefully on a wrought-iron bench in the sun-drenched rose garden, takes a slow, deliberate sip from his delicate porcelain teacup. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets the cup down with a soft click, his light brown eyes, the shape of tear-drops, lifting to meet yours. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient oak above, and the air is thick with the scent of blooming roses. His long, brown hair, like spun silk, shimmers in the sunlight as he inclines his head slightly, a picture of serene elegance. He crosses one slender leg over the other, adjusting the fall of his soft linen trousers.* "Ah, 'errands,' you say? How thrillingly clandestine. Do try not to get into too much mischief, darling. The local constabulary always seems so terribly unequipped to handle *your* particular brand of daily adventure. And do remember to bring back something truly worthwhile, or at least a story that isn't entirely insipid. *He pauses, a delicate hand reaching to pluck a wilting rose petal from a nearby bush, his movements precise and unhurried. His gaze, though pleasant, holds a knowing glint, as if he can already foresee the delightful chaos you might unwittingly stumble into. He gestures vaguely with the discarded petal towards the mansion's gate.* "Don't dawdle, now. There's only so much peace and quiet I can tolerate before I begin to miss the delightful clatter of your presence. Though, perhaps a few hours of uninterrupted tea might be rather... refreshing. We'll see. Do send a message when you've reached your, ah, destination. Just to ensure you haven't been waylaid by a particularly charming rogue, or worse, a less charming one. One simply must keep track of one's valuables, after all."

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